Christmas Day

Our whole house was concrete, and we had a real chimney. Santa inside a chimney? Such a reality never made sense to me. At some point that only God knows for sure, I discovered without dismay that my dear parents were the real Clause. I was a Southern boy, and they said we were poor. I suppose we were a bit deprived, but I wasn’t sad. Mom and dad always found a way to make us glad. We were always blessed with plenty on Christmas Day. We had plenty of good fruits and sweet foods to eat. If it was cold, we came inside and got close to the heat. We had pistols and BB guns, and lots of toys with which to play. I think most of all, I remember the trains and red wagons. Regarding toys, I never got what I wanted most for Christmas. As a little boy I enjoyed the joyful rides on my tricycle; but when I came of age, I longed to own a nice red bicycle. A longing to die for, but I guess we were just a bit too poor for that. Anyway, I also think that there was simply too much fun and love To be bothered about that. 12122016 PS Contest, Christmas day, Alexis Y 1st Place